Luyện nghe bài hát My Untold Apocalypse

Out of the past, fall the
That have before me
Following path
just slaves, in need of life

No ending in
The of another lover
the thirst
Until you find high

and exiled
The silence as you
Headfirst into wasteland
This coffin, so and waiting

Boxed up and down
You on words unspoken
Shut down and up
Your so brilliant and so broken

Demand your and
(I'll)
Fucking it back

Arms stretched, clutching
Handfuls of air as you go back
To your
You'll never drag me there with you

Foucault is
This that you created
So young, yet
Your beauty burned, your body

too late
As the tick away upon us
Guts, half
Across the of my life

No project of
All cut and abolished
Carry disease
Like the parasites